In lockdown we saw public film of horror
Save initial connection problem got correction wireless feed signalled good It was no mayday
www. dot is for nought. wrestling since last week the seventh day for a word to speak next week- the eight day.
Since Google minding my business Can’t give in to carelessness.
Lent is time
Locked out of trouble zone where virus lurks unseen yet shown
What a name- Corona- fit for a queen!
Earlier today, I posted this one on Face Book for my birthday reflection. It is a poem from 1983, about which I wrote “.. a love note to God. It seems soRead More…
This poem September Seventeen was first published in the anthology Hope, then in Volume 13, 1999 of the Caribbean Writer. Every 17th of September is time to gratefully recall a people beingRead More…
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